Poem to a son
You told me not to care
You told me not to swear
But I´m the one who sits here
And you´re alone out there
Well, you´re right it´s your life
So who am I to tell
You live with another’s wife
That have all when you’re in hell
(Now) Christmas Eve I made a Call
To a city far from here
You sat alone in some Hall
And my breath stopped right there
You’re my son, you’re my life
My heart aces it’s to sad
I couldn’t tell our family
Your mome would cry so badly
Perhaps I’m old and don’t know all
But love has no exceptions
There is no life in the hall
Just a long and empty fall
/B Peratt
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